A dragon fly upon my knee
Is sitting looking up at me.
He has a scarlet tail and six
Little legs like jointed sticks.
With two of them he rubs his head.
His eyes are brown, his mouth is red,
His wings are colored like the rain:
He lifts them, and flies off again.
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I can see how children would enjoy this charming poem.
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